Wait Until I Get My Hands On You

go AheAd And eAt your deAth
lick your lips And see whAt fruit beArs
it's your mouth
it's your throAt
it's your belly
whAt's it to me you seem hAppy
to blindly toss those Apple seeds
of vile discourse
the flit And the spit And the bile
All the while
it serves you right
it serves you right
to tAke your clothes off
by the heArth side
then join me bedside
where the houses Are eAting
their owners and
it serves you right
it serves you right
cAuse god forbid
you ever let me inside
or there within
heAven forbid
you'd show your underbelly
so go AheAd hold your breAth
be my guest
And see if i cAre cAuse
it's your life
it's your body in the morning
whAt's it to you my sweet bi jou
cAuse if you knew whAt wAs good for you
you'd stAnd there lowborn
to drop every rAmpArt And drAwbridge
so sAve you breAth
for cooling your teA And your porridge
so help yourself it's ok
cAuse if this gets you through the night
well then hey it's your night
And it's your right it Ain't my business
red vein your nose with cheAp cologne
let's slither out of these filthy clothes
let's dust you off
send you off
get you breAthing
And i don't weAr my sAfety belt
And i don't wAtch my Ass
when i'm by myself
And i sleep like a bAby
with cAndles burning
And i skip down dark alley lots
And i don't look both wAys
before i cross the street
or my heart
or my fingers
And my fingers sAy
it serves you right
but if it mAkes you feel a tiny bit
wArmer reside by the torch light
with the outright crAss indistinction
And it serves you right serves you right
cAuse god forbid you ever let me inside
or there within
heAven forbid
you give A good god good evening
so go Ahead hold your breAth
be my guest
see if i cAre
cAuse
it's your life
it's your fAce
in the plAce of the mirror
so here's to you
merci beAucoup
but wAit until i get my hAnds on you
thAt's All you will get
A beArhug from your Armless brother
so sAve your teeth
for your toothy grins to your mother
yeAh go AheAd pleAse yourself
wring your hAnds
throttle best lAid plAns
they're Alive
they're A bishop, A loose leAf, A bottle
i've come to heAr my neighbors thoughts
so i will sAunter down this hAllwAy dArk
i'm Alive
i'm Alive
i'm Alive
god willing
i'm Alive

The Kids Will Grow Up To Be Assholes (the kids Are not Alright)

good god Almighty
the phAntom body
he's gone And done it AgAin
you know he's At it AgAin
And it's the lAst thing
you should ever do but
if you look At the Abyss
it will look right bAck At you
give you A sense
give you A sense
of being stAred At
cAlm down
jonestown
so help be god
i'll drink it down
we'll be wAtching you
so wAtch your mouth
hold me
Armless
we're reAdy to mAke you one of us
we'll be wAtching you
so wAtch your mouth
you better wAtch your mouth
the kids will grow up to be Assholes
the kids will grow up to leAve you
with your house with your plAnts
the kids will grow up to be Assholes
the kids will grow up to leAve you
where you lie in your bed
remember how we used to
lAugh All the time
i'm fAirly sure it wAs never
At the sAme time
i Am A ghost thAt hAunts your hometown
i'm Around i'm the sounds
you sweAr you swore thAt...
the song won't sing itself
so let's sing out
you don't wAnt you messes cleAned
you don't wAnt your bodies fixed
you don't wAnt your problems solved
stories All resolved
you hAve nothing to leAn on
you don't want your stiches sewn
'cAuse then you'll hAve the big unknown
And we'll be wAtching you
so wAtch you mouth
you better wAtch your mouth

Now You Are One Of Us: we know where you sleep

It's Out There And It's Gonna Get You

We Know Where You Sleep

i've got you now

i'll show you All

i'll kick out the chAir

let you dAngle slow

in the bAck of the bus

All of us like the coAts in cloAk rooms

And if you rise Again

tAke A form i know

so the rivers will boil then overflow

And the houses you're hAunting

will tremble with temporAl hoodoo

yeAh i don't know About you

but i Am hellbent

i know whAt it is thAt i must do

close your eyes when we kiss

cAuse i Am prepAred

to set myself on fire for this

you will drop on All fours

get down

show me whAt you're good for

sAss mouth pink bellied i perceive

And for this your nAughty deed

i'm throwing you over my bony knee

so don't cry don't screAm good lord

you AlwAys knew whAt you're in for

when my belt unbuckles so believe

you grubby little thing

i'm throwing you over my bony knee

in your tender plAce

when you're sAfe At home

there's A tombstone

thAt wAits for you're very own

while you're rutting like beAsts

in the sheets of my sterilized room

in your comfy bed

Air conditioned cAr

there Are vApors And toxins

to get you All

in the wAter you drink

in the Air thAt you breAthe

in the soil

thAt's under your shoe

i don't know About you

but i Am At peAce

i know whAt it is that i must do

i hope you're sitting down deAr

come hell or high wAter

this sick world will know

i wAs here

we know where you sleep